samedi 8 août 2020

THE LOVELY BOULANGERIE OF THE SKY THAT IS PARIS

Out of nowhere,a sliver of a song drifts in

Where did I hear it before

The streets of Paris? Where at one time, I walked along the streets with my heart throbbing in my hands

Yes, we always will have Paris

That line from Casablanca resonated…

That immoveable feast… of Hemingway

Gabo slinking around Rue Saint Germain..

James Baldwin setting fire to the Seine with his anger

Only now many years later the flame is catching on in his native land

 

How can one not love the city of Lights and Love

On my visit on a chilly December evening, walking along the seine

Discussing Gilles de Leuze

I had died and gone to heaven, this must be it..

 

I have been given great gifts of cities in my life

Melbourne, London, New York, Paris

Walking along Palermo, I was reminded of South Yarra

Paris was waiting for me in other places

I distilled all these cities and condensed them into my

My walks along the Malecon

San cristobal de la Habana

 

This is the song that brought back memories of Paris..

 

C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Il rentrait chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Ils avaient le ciel à portée de main
Un cadeau de la providence
Alors pourquoi penser au lendemain

Ils se sont cachés dans un grand champ de blé
Se laissant porter par les courants
Se sont racontés leur vies qui commençaient
Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants
Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était sans doute un jour de chance
Qui cueillirent le ciel au creux de leurs mains
Comme on cueille la providence
Refusant de penser au lendemain

Il rentrait chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Ils se sont quittés au bord du matin
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
C'était fini le jour de chance
Ils reprirent alors chacun leur chemin
Saluèrent la providence
En se faisant un signe de la main

Il rentra chez lui, là-haut vers le brouillard
Elle est descendue là-bas dans le midi
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui

 

 

A beautiful story

It's a beautiful tale, it's a beautiful story,

It's a romance of today

He was going back home, back up north towards the fog

She was going south to the Midi (south of France)

They found each other on the side on the road,

on the motorway driving to holidays.

It was without a doubt their lucky day

They had the sky at their feet

A gift from providence

So why think of tomorrow

 

They hid in a big wheat field

Letting themselves be carried by the breeze

They told each other their life stories which were just beginning

They were still only children

Who found each other on the side of the road,

on the motorway driving to holidays.

It was without a doubt their lucky day

They gathered the sky in the palms of their hands

As one gathers providence

Refusing to think of tomorrow

 

It's a beautiful tale, it's a beautiful story,

It's a romance of today

He was going back home, back up north towards the fog

She was going south to the Midi (south of France)

They found each other on the side on the road,

on the motorway driving to holidays.

Their lucky day was over -

both of them returned to their journeys,

saluting providence by waving

at each other.

 

He returned back home, up north towards the fog

She went down south, back to the Midi

It's a beautiful tale, it's a beautiful story

It's a romance of today

 


It would be nice once again walk along the Seine, cross the Pont de Amants while planting a kiss, at the thousands of locked kisses on this bridge, look to the right towards the Tour Eiffel, bateaus sliding by.. majestic buildings ... stop by Musee de Branley and pay respects to the ancestors of various tribes from all over the world .. past the tall lanky black men from africa hogging replicas badly made in China of the magnificent Tour Eiffel.. salute the Australian flag at the embassy so close ...

names of all the streets would come to mind, the aquarium .. 


the lovely boulangerie in the sky that is Paris..

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